As Borges used to say about artists: “When everything rises up vertiginously, in the heart of a poet, everything can be gathered together in a nutshell. Concentrated: like a jewel.”The sentence is apropos. The area: on the edge of Brera, a little gem of a neighborhood, a calmbackwater in the rushing torrent of the city. The gallery: a jewel of an atelier, cozy and discreet. The atmosphere: a jewel of a mood, composed of books, Brahms and the bells from the church across the way. The name: Thelonious, a blend ofGreekwisdomandDadaist irreverence. The creativemaster: amanwhose vitality infects those around him, a cultured but restless traveler. The decor: furniture-jewelry, one of a kind pieces that resonate in a sophisticated “harmony of the spheres”, somewhere betweenArtDeco, Loos’ bistrot and the transatlantic liners of bygone times. Last but emphatically not least, the jewels themselves: unique creations inspired by distant legacies, from“barbarian gold” to post-modern send-ups. Inimitable. An hour well spent. Which makes up for the other twenty-three, worn away by the daily grind. An hour you won’t forget. Like a stunning fusion dish which, however, can become habit-forming. Try some.